Everest didn't open his mouth immediately, nor did he make any move to fight. He just stood there, wondering what he was worried about.
He was also holding a piece of cloth in his hand. Judging from the color, it should be the eye-shielding cloth worn by Everest, whose pseudonym is Antonio, as described by Robbie before. But now it has been taken off.
The inexplicable silence left only the sound of waves lapping on the shore in the air, and just before sunset, the black-haired mage took the initiative to speak.
"You can meet the great magician of the Cole Kingdom after a short walk. It seems that the reputation is well-deserved. The Cole Kingdom is a suitable place to spend your old age."
His voice is deep and deep, and the timbre is magnetic, as if it can confuse people's hearts.
Apart from the description given by Boss Fleming, although the mage's appearance has not yet been revealed, it can be seen that he is tall and thin, with a straight back and simple and extraordinary uniforms decorated with purple decorations.
"Lamuir," Everest called out the opponent's name coldly, "If you think this can anger me, I will give you a warm suggestion, such as peeling off a few pieces of husan and stuffing your mouth. It's simple. , safe and easy to use.”
Husang is a common tree species in the Iverson continent, and the material it produces is also a tough material used by ordinary people to make shoe soles.
Even if his attitude remained cold, Everest's last words partially exposed his true nature.
On the side, Lucifer's expression moved slightly after hearing the name. He searched for his own impressions in his mind and quickly came to a conclusion.
"Lamuir Canter, he is from Denton. He used to be a wind mage, but he did not rise to prominence in this capacity. Instead, he gradually became known as a light mage. But he turned into a mind mage... This That’s unheard of at all.”
Although psychic magic can be regarded as a branch of light magic, because the basis of light magic is that psychic magic cannot escape the underlying logic, but after all, the effects of the two are quite different.
Mogan also has some understanding - in the learning process of these two kinds of magic, there are conflicting concepts, which cannot coexist for most people.
Only by reaching the realm of elemental magic and working hard to learn light magic can you have the opportunity to open the door to spiritual magic.
When the use and understanding of spiritual magic reaches a certain level, for unknown reasons, light magic will inevitably shut out mages who covet the functions of spiritual magic.
It is precisely because of this that psychic magic can only be "counted" as a branch of light magic.
If His Majesty the King is excluded, this "majority" may become all.
——Thinking of this fact, it’s hard for Mogan not to feel weird again about His Majesty the Wizard King’s unreasonable talent.
Seizing the opportunity, he immediately put forward what he knew. Lucifer was still trying his best to search for useful information in his mind, and at the same time, he frowned while whispering.
"I really don't know what Lamuel's strength is because I haven't actually met him face to face. But I don't know if you have heard that he briefly served as Denton's acting great magician forty years ago. However, after all, the period is special. …”
Morgan was shocked.
Forty years ago, it was also the time when the war between the Kingdom of Cole and the Kingdom of Crowley began, when each other's attacks were at their most intense.
During that time, the Cole Kingdom naturally had no time to record the changes in other countries, and there was just a blank.
As for the past, the four major countries had their own major events, and it was not easy for ordinary high-level mages to fall into the eyes of other countries' intelligence agencies.
"Lamuir should have been quite famous at that time. Some people called him the human race most likely to revitalize light magic after the disappearance of the elves."
Having said this, Lucifer paused and turned his attention to Everest.
"Presumably Cole's great magician also has different thoughts on this matter."
From the perspective of life experience, it is well known that Everest, who grew up in the Elf clan, can be regarded as an orphan of the Elf clan, but his bloodline is not that of the Elf clan.
I don’t know if it’s coincidence or necessity,
Such people turn to delving into spiritual magic, without any of the sacred aura given by light magic.
It can only be said that fate has its way with people.
Everest quietly listened to the sound of wind passing by him, with no expression on his lowered lips, unlike the rumored smile.
If he hadn't just lost his composure and mocked the other party, Mogan felt that he would have thought that the great magician had changed his gender.
Lamuel sighed, unable to distinguish his emotions.
"Everist, you clearly know that you will be restrained by psychic magic, but you still dare to face me. I admire your courage, but you really think that if you try not to speak, or even wear a blindfold, you can be indifferent to my power. ?”
Everest remained silent.
"To tell you the truth, covering your eyes is just not necessary to see things - ordinary effects are easily disturbed by the outside world, but it does not hinder my attack method."
Lamuir didn't seem to have any intention of taking the initiative at all, but he wanted to keep talking.
"Psychic magic is not as simple as reciting a spell. I have long seen the tricks you use to circumvent the sacred covenant - maybe I can tell you good news. I don't intend to really intervene, just 'hand over people' '."
This time, Everest took action.
In the palm of his hand, the blue light gradually condensed and took shape, and quickly grew, elongated, and stretched, until it finally formed a huge ice gun composed of ice crystals.
The ice gun is flashing with light blue light. If you look closely, you can see that its surface is covered with runes, which are constantly flowing.
At the same time, Morgan also discovered that Everest's movement of holding the ice gun was not standard.
——It is well known to the senior officials of the royal capital that Everest disdains the use of weapons and prefers to use magic to directly hit people in real battles. He is a very traditional mage who sets up barriers and sings for a long time.
But he rarely takes action, and Lamuir, who has retired for a long time, obviously does not know about this.
Lamuel narrowed his eyes slightly, "Are you really going to fight me in this state?"
"What do you think?"
Before Everest finished speaking, the ice gun in his hand had already shot out!
The reaction was quick. When Lamuel raised his head, the several wind blades he swung had already blocked the ice spear.
The ice gun hit the shield in front of him, shooting out countless dazzling ice fragments.
The completely exploded ice gun eventually turned into broken ice and scattered across the sky under resistance. Lamuel withdrew his defense that was almost broken and took two steps back to avoid the still sharp ice shards.
The ice gun Everest used was clearly a disguised ice blade technique!
Ice magic is part of water magic, and realizing that the attack was ineffective, Everest raised his eyebrows slightly and whispered the spell again.
The broken ice in the sky deformed again, and the scattered ice in the space just made them disperse, and once again attacked Lamuel when he relaxed his vigilance.
This is a water prison!
As if the inside and the outside were in harmony, five thick water columns spewed out from the sea, each rising to a height of tens of meters, and suddenly attacked Lamuel!
Sensing the approaching danger, Lamuel immediately took to the air to avoid the attacks of the two water pillars, and used flying magic to stabilize his body.
He did not continue to mobilize his defenses to resist the water and ice that came one after another. Instead, he took advantage of the gap and quickly recited the elemental spell silently.
"--storm."
Lamuel concluded his words, and the majestic wind magic gathered into a vortex at his feet, expanding the formation and sweeping away the ice debris.
Then a strong wind blew across the ocean, the beach, and even the land.
The manic storm drove the ocean to set off huge waves, carrying countless fish and flying high into the sky, forming a black curtain that obscured the stars.
Use wind magic to take advantage of the terrain at the junction of the ocean, trying to resolve the joint attack of water and ice in the storm.
Rather than constantly passively defending, this should be a good move.
"snort……"
The rising mist from the sea obscured the sight, making it difficult for others to see the traces of Lamuel, including Everest.
And the corners of his mouth kept twitching in the mist. Suddenly, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the great magician of Cole Kingdom, and he shouted as if he wanted to relieve his anger.
"While I'm thinking about how to fight, you're still busy fighting for power and playing house while being beaten like a dog!"
Everest poured out sharp words, and as he sang secretly, he was completely completed in the blending of rain and wind.
As a result, a terrifying seaspout was formed, covering the sky and the sun, and struck the land with great force.
"You think you can beat me?"
A seaspout raged near the coast, and the strong winds brought up by the surrounding area rolled up the fine sand on the beach, mixing this brownish yellow color into the whirlpool of blue and white in the sky.
The chaos on the sea intertwined with the night, as if a sleeping beast had just woken up from the deep seabed, disrupted the originally orderly shallow sea, and was about to climb to the shore...
Lamuel did not dare to neglect, raised his hand to cast a spell, and the wind field immediately blocked the waterspout.
The two are fighting for control of the waterspout, but it is a comprehensive product of elemental magic after all. Lamuir is no longer proficient in this method, but Everest is very familiar with the characteristics of water magic.
This is the area he has always focused on, and if he wants to win, he will naturally stick to it.
As they were coming and going, the seaspout eroded the land and even broke through the previously made Apparition barrier, breaking out of the barrier.
Countless vegetation suffered disasters, the continuous woods were destroyed in an instant, and the combined storm swept across the ground.
Borrowing the opponent's magic to create more terrifying attack opportunities, allowing himself enough time to complete the chant, this is Everest's usual trick.
Use my strengths to attack their weaknesses.
All of this requires extremely accurate intelligence, and this is Everest's strength, even if there are no subordinates to do it for him!
Perhaps Lamuel made a mistake when he accepted the attack. He underestimated Everest's magical elemental attainments, causing himself to fall into passivity.
Everest's magic isn't even advanced, but the advantage is that every move has a profound meaning, and it puts Lamuel into a trap step by step, making it impossible for him to escape even if he wants to.
This is Everest’s strength, the cunningness on which he thrives.
Clearly at a disadvantage in the struggle for elemental magic, Lamuel suddenly gave up the fight for elemental magic and also raised the corners of his mouth.
"Without 'mind control', there will naturally be no 'mind control'. Poor bastard who thinks he is a descendant of elves, do you think you can control a mind magician at your fingertips?"
Hearing the contempt for himself, Everest's expression condensed, ignoring the other party's fingerprints, and accelerated the advancement of the tornado.
"There is no need to escape, there is no use. Everest, Everest, I don't know whether to say you are confident or too arrogant - your weaknesses are already known to everyone."
After saying this slowly, at the last moment when the seaspout came into contact with him within two meters, without even opening his defense, Lamuel just snapped his fingers.
In an instant, the sky changed suddenly.
